Hello Angel, Where Are You?

Your Eyes, Vacant and Stained.

Gerards POV***

When I had seen Veronica, I almost fainted.

But when I saw she was carrying Frank, I forced myself to stay awake. I did as Mikey had told me, I called Galligar and he told me he would be here as soon as he could.

Now, I was next to my screaming boyfriend, waiting for an ambulance to arrive. I wanted to bring him to the ER now, but moving him was way too risky. Through my blurry, tear-filled vision, I saw a bone poking through his side, most likely a rib.

I knew Veronica hadn't done this; I knew she hated me but she would never have done this to anyone. Frank and she never got along, but she didn't do this.  She wouldn't have, and if she did, then I have lost faith in all humanity, but like I had much respect for humanity anyway.

Mikey was on Franks other side, bowing his head down and holding Frank's hand in his own. It sorta looked like he was praying. I wondered if he was.

Veronica was standing behind me, and I think she was crying too. She said she was sorry, but I wasn't exactly sure what she was sorry for. But she was sorry. I had never heard those words come out of her mouth, and absolutely, and undeniably, did not expect her to say sorry. I did not know if it was okay if I accepted her apology ( what ever it was for ).

I was crying ( or sobbing, or maybe wailing?),  holding onto Franks other hand. He was squeezing my hand very tightly. I couldnt look at the pain on his face, and you could hear how much it hurt in his screams. I also could not look at his side, where the bone was peeking out from the skin. So I decided to stare at the tattoos on his hand, tracing the ' WEEN ' on his knuckles with my eyes.

Sirens could be heard. They were closer then before, and they made my heart pump faster then it already was. A thousand questions raced through my mind,

What would they do to him?

Could they even fix his rib?

What would happen if they couldn't?

What if he died?

If he survived, could he even handle the emotional pain?

Would he be the same?

What if him dying was just so much simpler, and it would mean I wouldn't have to see him suffer?

All these questions were driving me crazy, and I bowed my head down too, wondering if I looked like Mikey, praying.  I think the ambulance was almost here. My head was buzzing, and it hurt. Frank was quieting down now, his screams slowly going to whimpers.  I opened my eyes and peeked a glance at his pain-stricken face, now realizing he was close to passing out, from either pain or exaushtion. I didn't know if he had slept at all.

I opened my mouth to say something to him, even though he probably wouldn't respond, let alone hear me, when someone rushed into the house.

" Gerard? Mikey? Don't worry, an ambulance and- " it was Galligar, here to save the day, or help, or do whatever he could. Now, Im not sure exactly what he could do.

I guess he had seen Franks intense injury, and it shut him up right quick.

" A-ambulance almost here. " he finished, his voice shaking slightly. Veronica and he started to talk, but I drowned them out and stared at Frank's angel face.

He was completely quiet now, his breathing very shallow. His eyes were closed. It looked like he was sleeping... So peaceful. The grip he had on my hand was still as tight as ever, and I was squeezing it back tightly too, letting him know I was there completely. I reached up to his face, and touched it softly, so I wouldn't wake him. But he wasn't asleep, and I had to keep telling myself this. His skin was extremely warm, but not blazing hot. that was sorta good, I suppose.

He opened his eyes for a moment, locking gazes with me. His eyes were vacant, and stained from tears and pain. My stomach twisted- it hurt, seeing him in so much pain.

An ambulance was here now, and Galligar was starting to pull me back from Frank as EMTs rushed in with a gurney. I felt a sudden tug at my heart, and I didn't want them to take him. I didn't feel like he was safe around all these unfamiliar people, and for all I knew they were going to take him away and I was never going to see the love of my life again.

I rushed forward, pushing Galligars hand off of me and trying to get the EMTs away from Frank. Galligar grabbed me by my shirt this time and wouldn't let go. He pulled me back and held me against him,basically hugging me. I was screaming, trying to stop them.

" NO, LET ME GO, GALLIGAR FUCKING LET ME GO! FRANK, FRANK, BABY, I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!! D-DON'T DIE... P-Please.. " I was struggling, clawing at the detectives arms. I watched the EMTs took him out, ignoring me. I felt out of breath, my heart in my throat. I felt sick, tired, angry, annoyed.

Galligar let go of me and I took a step forward, and slumped to my knees. Galligar knelt next me.

" Let's go to the hospital Gerard, the doctors will fix him up, I promise. " he had his hand on my shoulder again. Mikey was sniffling on the other side of the room.

" Y-yeah, c'mon.." he said, walking over to the door, where the EMTs and Frank had disappeared a minute before. Galligar or Veronica- one of the two, I couldn't tell who, or maybe I just wasn't paying attention - grabbed my arm and started to lift me up. I made my legs move and stood up and started to follow Mikey.

Once we had all made it into Galligars car ( well, not Veronica, she was talking to the police, who had happened to arrive also. ), Galligar turned on the vehicle and started to drive down the road quickly.

The ambulance was already gone, the sirens blaring in the distance.